Calm, and patient, this video explores the minimalist architecture of Le Corbusier, who was one of the pioneers of urban planning and architecture. He dedicated his life to providing better living conditions for those residing in crowded cities.

I can still hear the ocean and distant highway traffic long after the picture has stopped moving. -tM

Inspired by what surrounds me, the simplicity and quiet of the moment, I stopped to take the photo above.

It captures a feeling of universality and nostalgia, for who hasn't (living in a city) spent days as a child playing in empty parking lots (learning how to ride a bicycle), hanging out by the local gas and sip as a young teen, wrestling with parking as an adult, and on occasion even baring witness to its demolition only to have another condo go up.

Parking lots are full of memories for me. I have an affinity toward the vintage ones. -tM

His garden's are like abstract paintings using local flora as colour. His vision as an artist, and urban space designer not only introduced modernist landscape architecture to Brazil but made him a sought after landscape architect around the world, he has worked on public spaces in Miami, Malaysia, Argentina, and Pennsylvania, to name a few, providing beauty and dignity for the masses.

His colourful treatment of pavements, symmetrical use of patterns, local plants, and water, transform an otherwise concrete space into an open-air museum of movement and life.

A beautiful legacy and inspiration left behind for future city planners and landscape architects alike. One can only hope that they keep moving forward in his creative spirit and preservation of nature in art and in life. -tM

The freedom of the weekend approaches, how can I reach the sea? -tM

I navigate through the alleyways alone. If the streets are the cities veins, then the back alleys are its arteries. There quiet solitude is always coupled with a little trepidation, as I never know who may be lurking in its vacant spaces.

There is never any room for deep thought, only space to feel the silence. -tM

I fell in love with her, as many do, the first time I saw and felt her light, her energy, and the beauty of her architecture. Needless to say her culture, the style of her people, their joie de vivre, and her je ne sais quoi are also part of her considerable allure.

I miss her terribly. I miss the energy with which she infuses me and the inspiration that I cultivate just by walking her streets.

I have always felt like she was a life long lover of mine, as our meeting has never been coincidental. My love for her has been in me all along.

Sometimes she pisses me off, and then there are times when I go away, even for a day, outside of her open embrace, that I come back loving her even more. It is then that I realize that she does me proud, not only is her city scape beautiful but the people she houses within those walls are a reflection of what she stands for. Her diversity and acceptance make all of her other flaws seem insignificant. And so in gratitude I want to take a moment to appreciate her light. -tM

I find the sun so blindingly powerful this time of year as the winter transitions into spring. There is no buffer, no leaves, flowers, or life to absorb its dominant presence. Its poise is alarmingly aggressive despite its pale shade of yellow glow.

Despite the harsh reality of its light on the day, its evening descent is trans-formative, colouring the city some kind of wonderful. It is incredibly forgiving, and at times even painfully beautiful. Sunsets are the cities baptismal awakening. Time and time again, it washes this concrete world or ours and us of our daily sins.

There is something hauntingly eerie about these photographs set against the gritty backdrop of 1970's New York.

An urban desert of quiet exists within each of these images. The muted colours reveal an honesty and clarity of existence through landscape and design that only the night and the discerning lens could aspire to disclose. -tM